Come Together

Chapter 42: Her Interview, Another one's raged

Roberta's POV
It's been a month since I got my memory back, I am able to be alone in my house. I haven't made any public appearances yet. Today I am cleaning my closet because soon it'll be my birthday. So I have to go shopping in order for me to do that I have to make room. That makes sense doesn't it. Well that's what I'm doing. Until Malissa came into my room.
Me: hey mal
Mal : hey girl. What you Doing
Me: closet cleaning, how about you
Mal: oh yeah it's about that time almost birthday girl
Me: yeaahh hahahahaha
Mal: so I love these shoes in this magazine
Me: oh let me -
Mal: what
Me: what the hell Does that say
Mal: oh the cover..... Oh..... My.... Goodness... I'm. Sorry.... Why is she coming for you
Me: I don't know but lord have mercy its about to go down and I maybe going to hell on a freight train.
Mal: wait don't panic let's see if there's more.

While she was talking about shoes I looked on the cover of the magazine and it said: Lisa Marie Presley intense interview with a few colorful Words for the international supermodel Roberta Strawder . She discusses being married to the King Of Pop and living at Neverland, she also shares her issues with the ex of the King Of Pop and the choreographer of TLC Roberta.

At this moment I could kill this women. She thought that because I was at home because I can't drive just yet that she should do a interview with my name in it. I already gave her a warning in the beginning when I said that I didn't want any problems and that I am happy for her and Michael she must've took my kindness for weakness well now I have to make a appearance because she needs help remembering who I am. I don't want to-do this but I have to. She won't be saying my name anymore for nothing.
Me: OK this bitch don't know me. Well its always time for introductions.
Mal: wait think about what you're doing
Me: I'm through and I'm leaving
Mal: Roberta wait...
It was to late I threw on my timbs and they just so happen to match with my outfit of Blue Jeans and tan fitted T-shirt. I put on my lotion and put my hair in a tight bun. It's time to make a stop to Neverland. I run downstairs into my garage and pick up the keys to my Mercedes Benz and open my garage with Malissa screaming behind me to wait but I'm seeing red. Lord help me get here safetly amen..

Michael's POV
Lisa for the last time there was nothing going on between us. So stop with the foolishness. What point did you make when you threw dirt on Roberta's name.
Lisa: oh don't feed me the bullshit Michael. You was at that girls house almost everyday. And yeah I said what I've been dying to say for months now. I don't like the bitch. She thinks she is all that because she has long black hair, and she is a model. She thinks she is the bomb. She better check herself. I don't know whose thought she was fooling by telling me that she didn't want anything to do with my relationship she caused that accident to get you back and I know it. You know it. Don't play with me. Do you know who I am?!
Me: I know who you are and we already discussed it.... I don't care.... You have got to be kidding me with the things you do but yet you want me to believe that you want me to be with you forever. I will not if you don't stop acting like a child. Nothing is going on between me and her she is my last and she is my best friend. Nothing more or less so stop with the damn accusations. Or else!!!

Roberta's POV
I finally get to Neverland and I'm seeing red still. I knock on the door and the maid zina opens the door.
Zina : hello roberta it's a surprise to see you here. How are you. Come in
Me: hello zina and yeah I had to make a stop here. I'm doing good. How about you. Is Michael here.
Zina: oh that's good, and I'm doing good and yes he is here but him and Mrs Jackson is having a argument.

I kinda tuned her out because in the background I can here Lisa yelling about how I caused the accident and how I was faking short term memory loss and all this other stuff. She called me out of my name more than once and I am more than piss. I walk upstairs completely ignoring zina. When I get upstairs I knock on his door.
Michael : whoever is at the door can wait.
Me: I don't think so Joe
It got quiet. He opened the door.